you are never too old to be a kid

Feb 23, 2008

It's two weeks until my 21st birthday and instead of thinking about what kind of party I'm going to have, I'm reminiscing about my days of little to no responsibility. I miss not having to wake up before noon on the weekends. I miss my mom making my breakfast. I miss dancing to the Spice Girls in my room. But above all I miss Polly Pocket–the holy grail of toys.

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In adulthood, there isn't a wake up call. There aren't superhero undies. We have toys, but they're mainly for work purposes (blackberries, computers, palm pilots). I realize now how great it was being a kid. All I ever wanted to do was grow up and be like the busy women I saw in my mother's magazines. Now that I am one of those women, I wish I could have spent more time playing and having fun.

Alas, I have already traded my pigtails for chic head-bands and my frilly dresses for a closet full of business appropriate attire. My easy-bake oven is now a real oven that works sometimes, and my Barbie dream house is a dormitory I share with three other girls and an array of noisy neighbors. I'm walking towards the light of adulthood!

My birthday wish to myself this year is to try having a little more fun. I notice that when I'm not busy I get really bored or restless. I'm going to try to enjoy life a little more instead of rushing it away only to get to the next thing for me to rush through. I'm going to blow out 21 candles in two weeks and I'm definitely doing it with my friends and family–not with my computer or blackberry.

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